"I give a No Splinch Guarantee," Ragmar confirmed, and laughed a bit as he led them out of the Leaky. "Thankfully I'm just as good at apparrating as I am on a broom. Or was, before my knee was destroyed. So you're in safe hands." She put her arm around him and he smiled, warmed at how the evening was going.
It was a quick pop and they were in Ragmar's very humble flat. He looked around and kept seeing shirts he hadn't put away and old crisp packets, and he quickly covered a lone porno mag with a surreptitious kick under the sofa before he swept his arm around. "Um...this is it. This is how the great among us live," he joked. He looked at her, once again arrested by her smile and her beautiful red hair, and he reached over to tuck a lock of it behind her ear, tracing her jaw lightly with his thumb after he did.